Girls in White Dresses - JENNIFER CLOSE [13]
None of them saw Louis walk in. They were all so focused on the Margaret Applebee fiasco that they didn’t notice him until he was standing at their table saying, “Hey, Ellen.” Ellen tried to smile and then immediately burst into tears.
“She’s really drunk,” Lauren said to Louis.
He took her by the arm and led her away from them. Now they watched the two of them, heads bent together, talking quietly to each other.
“Oh shit,” Shannon said. “Margaret Applebee is gone. We missed it. Where’s Mitch?”
Ellen came back over to the table, crying harder now. She couldn’t really talk, but they could guess what had happened.
“He’s a jackass,” Lauren said.
“He’s not worth it.” Isabella rubbed Ellen’s back.
“You should just forget him,” Lauren said.
“I think Mitch went home with Margaret Applebee,” Shannon said.
Ellen was up and out before any of them the next morning, and she came back to the apartment with Bloody Mary ingredients, a large block of cheddar cheese, and a log of summer sausage.
“I’m sorry, you guys,” she said. “For how I freaked out last night.”
“No worries,” Shannon said. She’d already made herself a Bloody Mary and was now cutting off hunks of cheese and sausage to shove in her mouth. Isabella lay on the couch, listening to the conversation. She was too hungover to move, but made a noise and motioned for some cheese and sausage. Lauren cut some off and brought it over to her.
“I called Louis this morning to apologize to him too,” Ellen told them.
“Why?” Shannon asked.
“Because I want to be friends,” Ellen said. “I at least want to be friends with him.”
“Do you think that will work?” Lauren asked.
“I think it’s my only choice,” she said. They were quiet for a few moments.
“There’s something weird about summer sausage,” Shannon said.
“There’s a lot of things weird about summer sausage,” Ellen said.
“It should be disgusting,” Lauren said. “I mean, you leave it wrapped up and unrefrigerated forever, but when you open it, it’s still delicious. It’s one of the great world wonders.”
“I think it’s curing my headache,” Isabella said. She tried to sit up and then lay right back down. “Never mind,” she said.
“I think you guys might still be a little drunk,” Ellen said.
Later, they all agreed that she was a disaster waiting to happen.
Lauren met Tripp at a bar in Bucktown that had maps all over the walls and pool tables in the corner. He wasn’t much, but she kept seeing him. For her birthday, he gave her gift certificates to the bar downstairs and a dirty romance novel that you buy at a grocery store. “I know you like to read,” he told her. The card read Dear Lorin, Happy Birthday. Sincerely Tripp.
“Do you think he knows he spelled your name wrong?” Ellen asked.
“He didn’t even put an exclamation point after ‘Happy Birthday,’ ” Shannon said. She frowned at the card. “So serious. Happy Birthday—period.”
“I’m just calling because I’m bored,” Lauren explained to her friends when she dialed his number.
“You must be,” they answered.
Chicago was small that summer. No matter where they went, they ran into people they knew: Tripp, Louis, and even Margaret Applebee were always around. If they didn’t see them at Shoes or Kincade’s, then they saw them at Big John’s or Marquee Lounge. And if they didn’t see them at any of those places, they always found them at Life’s Too Short.
Every once in a while, Ellen would announce that she wanted to meet someone. She’d talk to the first boy who offered to buy her a drink. They would smile, encouraging her from across the bar. Then Louis would show up and Ellen would stop talking to the boy and come back to them. “Ignore him,” they’d tell her, and she would nod. About thirty minutes later, she’d decide to just say hello to Louis. “I have to be civil,” she would say. She would cry a little and tell him that it was hard to just be friends with him. Some nights he would enjoy the attention, pulling her aside and talking closely to her. Other nights he would get angry and tell her that he couldn